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Some people are so hard to please.

Drive is out today. You’ve heard me talk about it several times before, and if you haven’t seen it, you have yet another chance because you can go buy it on DVD right. now.

Even my friend Clay is excited. Clay has “standards” for movies that keep him from enjoying the otherwise great films I recommend to him.

  • Clayton Joel Cunningham Clayton  You’re the person I know who raved about the movie “Drive” correct?
  • Sara Kuhlman Sara  YES
  • Clayton Joel Cunningham Clayton Ok then. It came to me in the mail today. I’ll let you know what I think. Here’s hoping this isn’t a repeat of Harry Brown or Christmas With The Kranks.
  • Sara Kuhlman Sara  Shut up. Harry Brown was great. And so was the Kranks, although admittedly I shouldn’t have recommended that to you.
  • Clayton Joel Cunningham Clayton Neither of those were great. I have hope for this though. Gossling’s a pretty good actor plus Bryan Cranston is in it so that’s a plus.


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Bad Mom

I don’t know how old I’ll be before I stop blaming my parents for not forcing me to watch culturally relevant movies, but I think late twenties is still OK. I guess age doesn’t matter so much as when the movie came out. For example, can I still blame my mom when I’m 50 for not making me see a movie that came out when I was 30?

My parents failed me on not making me watch Bad Santa. Bad mom, and bad dad! I know I watch FAR more movies than my parents, but blaming yourself is no fun. And isn’t that what moms and pops are for?

Here are a couple of my favorite scenes. I think I have an obsessive problem. I’ve watched Bad Santa three times this week and I’ve seen The Hangover three times as well, because well, I can’t get enough of Bradley Cooper and Zach Galifianakis.

Is it weird to think Billy Bob Thornton is hot? I don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he was Bad Santa and he had a little vial of blood with Angelina Jolie.


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My sister was in Dumb and Dumber

Notice any similarities?



She gave her self a haircut and the bangs went a little wrong. We looked up a picture and purely by coincidence they were wearing the same shirt, so she was a good sport and posed.

Btw, check out Karen’s blog!



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I’m still mad that college ruined Disney for me.

I was like a religious person when it came to loving Disney. I simply kept the happy feelings the movies gave me and didn’t put much thought into actually thinking about the message of the movies. I say message in the singular form because almost all of the classics have a similar message: all that matters is that you’re beautiful (on the outside).

Click on the picture if it’s slightly blurred so you can see it a bit bigger.

I used to love Belle so much. Then I took a required ethics class in college three years ago and saw Beauty and the Beast in a new light: Don’t worry about domestic violence. Stick with your man and he WILL change and fall in love with you.

OK, so I still love Belle. Whatever. I have the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack and I’m not getting rid of that any time soon. I even have the Beauty and the Beast Christmas movie. But I still wish I was in the dark about these princesses, especially Belle!

Also, is it just me or are Disney movies just not as good as they used to be? I thought the Princess and the Frog was sooo booorring. I don’t fall asleep often in movies, but that one was a snoozer. I liked Tangled, but I didn’t like it anywhere near as much as I liked some of the older princess movies.

I don’t think it’s just that I’m older and so the movies aren’t as interesting. I still love kid movies. Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs??? Yes, please! I loved the book and I loved the movie. And don’t get me started on how much I loved Rio. I think I loved everything about that movie. Oh, and I think any Pixar movie goes without saying. Amazing.

Well, I think I’m done now. Sorry if I ruined Disney for you as well.


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Taylor Lautner looks like an alpaca

Although I’d say I’m on Team Jacob (because Edward is a creepy freak), I still think Taylor Lautner kind of looks like an alpaca. Adrian thought the exact same thing.

That is all.


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Go see Drive. Right now.

I don’t know how I managed to never notice Ryan Gosling. I went to see his new movie, Drive, this weekend, and now I’m in love.

Where has Ryan been my whole life? Before I talk about what a dreamboat Ryan is, let’s talk about how amazing Drive is. I originally wanted to see Melancholia, but it wasn’t playing so we saw Drive instead. I was kind of interested in seeing it, but as soon as the music started in the opening credits I knew it was going to be a cool movie.

What’s the movie actually about, you ask? In the spirit of me keeping with my belief that reviews are generally boring, let’s just say it’s about a guy who is a stunt driver for movies and he also does a bit of work on the side as a getaway driver for bad guys. You can read about it here, but I’d suggest getting off your lazy butt and going to see this movie immediately. You won’t regret it. I can’t imagine anyone not liking this movie simply for the fact that Ryan Gosling is gorgeous. Guys will want to be him, girls will just want him, but everyone will want to go out and buy some toothpicks and a scorpion jacket immediately after the movie.

Here’s a song from the movie. I love it.

By the way, hi. I’m back from my vacation and I’ll post pictures soon. We went to a shooting range, golfing, fishing, Nashville-ing, etc. Very fun.


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Go see it now.

Your eyes will want to puddle up through the entire movie. Watch this trailer. Non-stop action. I can’t wait to see it again tomorrow.

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I own 9 Harry Potter T-shirts.

I left most of my Potter shirts back in the US, so my selection isn’t what it used to be. Still, my decision on which one to wear tomorrow is something I’ve been debating for more than a week now.

Back home I have:


Neville Longbottom



Sirius Black

Harry Potter (in 3 different shirts)

Hogwarts button-up hoodie

Here I have only these two:

I really like the detail in his glasses.

Sorry for the crappy quality. Don’t worry, these will definitely get ironed before tomorrow.

And the other one. This one actually fits me really well and I like the v-neck.

I think I’m probably going to wear the black tomorrow and the white Sunday. Does anyone else own Potter clothes?

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Stupid Robert Pattinson.


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Kevin Bacon and one of his hairs

Last night I had a dream about a hair on Kevin Bacon’s head.

I know he’s been in a lot of movies, but I most likely haven’t seen 99 percent of them, and I’ve never had even two thoughts about him. He’s kind of a non-entity to me.

So why was he in my dream last night, asking me why someone I work with stalked him, collected a hair that fell off his head and then taped it to a stick to keep at our desk?

How do I answer I that? “I don’t know why my co-worker has one of your hairs on a stick.” It was really awkward, so I sent him in the direction of said co-worker.

Kevin Bacon: Look what I have. [holds up stick with his single hair attached]

Co-worker: Sh*t. That’s mine. Can I have it back?

Kevin Bacon: Well, not really. It’s actually mine. It’s my hair.

I remember standing there watching the conversation and thinking “this is really creepy,” but then I woke up. I never figured out why my not-so-freaky-in-real-life co-worker had this hairy stick and brought it to work.

Oh, did I mention that this conversation took place in Harry Potter’s castle after I’d been chased through it and almost killed? Harry Potter doesn’t even have his own castle, but in my dream he did.

A lot of times people say they don’t remember their dreams. I almost always remember mine because they are so WEIRD.


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Pour me in a cup. I’m lava.

There has been a year-long debate in the Mitchell residence about whether or not people melt in lava. What happened was this. I told Adrian about my fear of lava (Which he again says it’s not a fear or phobia as it’s completely understandable. I disagree, because who spends their spare time thinking about lava other than those who are really afraid of it, like me? Checkmate, Adrian.)

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Anyway, I was talking about how if you jump into a sea of gently but fiercely flowing lava you will melt into the lava and start flowing as if you are lava.

Adrian says this is ridiculous because you would just burn. Then I counter-attacked with the fact that if I went into a pool of lava you’d be able to scoop me out in a pale and pour me into another container. He says you would be picking up your ash just as you would when you are cremated. I say lava is a totally different, all-consuming thing. You turn into lava. I believe that when you die in lava, you are at one with lava. There’s no room for dust or ash.

When I saw that movie Volcano when I was younger the scene where the guy jumps into lava and slowly melts straight down really affected me. I never got over seeing that and ever since I’ve been terrified of lava. I don’t like to think about the word ‘magma’ either. It gives me the heebie jeebies.

I’m sure someone will pipe up and say, “Duh. Of course you don’t turn into lava,” but that’s not very fun is it? I’m not religious, so things like this are my religion. I choose to believe something ridiculous because it’s funny. And scary. For the love of all that’s holy, please don’t take that away from me.


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How to get angry

You remember the scene in Planes, Trains and Automobiles where Steve Martin has an F-bomb party with the car rental agent because they gave him the key to a car that wasn’t there?

Well, that’s exactly how I’ve felt every time I’ve ever spent the night freezing in a crappy sleeping bag and then tried to re-pack it in its impossibly small sack the next morning. Except there’s no one to yell at it. It’s just me and the bag.

Even back when I was 7, trying to re-pack my Beauty and the Beast sleeping bag was a nightmare that involved thrashing around violently and trying desperately to stuff that f*%^ing bag in it’s pack. Now, I don’t say the F word. But if there were ever a time to, it’s re-packing a sleeping bag.

Who invented the case that was too small for the bag?? I get that when you are backpacking you need to get things as small and compact as possible. However, the average person just wants a sleeping bag for the purpose of throwing it in the car trunk once a year for a leisurely weekend camping trip. If I needed a professional sleeping bag for a professional backpacking trip, I’d buy one.

Most of the time my bags end up in a jumbled mess at the bottom of the closet because I can’t be bothered. When Adrian was packing for a camping trip it was a nightmare. Look at this. It’s ridiculous, but necessary:

Recipe for anger:


One sleeping bag in its case.

Step one: Open sleeping bag.

Step two: Freeze all night long in your PoS bag that’s supposed to keep you warm in up to -50 degree F weather, but doesn’t keep you warm in mid 50s weather.

Step three: Try  to put the sleeping bag back in its original case. Even without letting your anger about how crappy the bag is take over your thoughts, you’ll be hard-pressed to keep your cool at this step.


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I’ll be friends with anyone who wants to file my taxes for me.

This has been a big week for me in terms of life revelations. I found a reason to have children AND a reason to become a British citizen.

This year was the first year my parents said (in February), “You need to make sure you file your taxes.” I said, “OK,” and now it’s the deadline in three days and I haven’t filed my taxes yet. I’m scared.

Being an adult isn’t very fun. I don’t want to file taxes. If I become a British citizen I’ll never have to file taxes again, unless I become self-employed.

Yes, that’s correct. I pay taxes over here and I don’t have to file a tax return. “They” do it for me, and I carry on living my life.

Filing a tax return is the kind of thing that makes you start thinking, “My parents should have to do this for me. I didn’t ask to be born, so why am I being punished? You aren’t just a parent for 18 years, you are a parent for life! Who do they think they are?? The audacity!”

I want to go back in the womb. Kind of like Benjamin Button, except my story wouldn’t be so gawddang boring and make people paralyzed with rage that they wasted three hours of their life watching one of the worst movies ever made, and then have to hear obnoxious, self-obsessed, a-doublesnakes-holes talk for months about how the film was “beautiful” and “Oscar-worthy.” No, no it wasn’t. I don’t want to be friends with anyone who can look me in the eye and honestly say that was a good movie. There’s being tolerant of other people’s opinions, and then there’s this movie.

 So, who wants to be my friend? This offer is on the table only until April 18.


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I’m still kind of obsessed with Limitless.

I realize this movie came out a few weeks ago, and only Jebus (and Google) knows how long ago it came out in the US. This is more of an enthusiastic discussion than a movie review. Please see the movie so you can join me in my enthusiasm.

If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about your stereotypical writer who is poor, lazy and going nowhere in hopes of someday having a big break – which he does get, but not in the way you’d expect. He comes across a pill that allows people to access 100% of their mind, so you can imagine what happens next.

Here, watch the trailer. You’ll enjoy it.

1) This movie also made me become kind of obsessed with Bradley Cooper. He was in The Hangover, and some other crappy movies but I never really noticed or cared for him before. Apparently he got his acting start on Sex and the City! Let’s look at him again:

2) After I saw Limitless I wanted to go straight home and learn something to better myself. I wanted to be limitless! I really liked the premise of this movie because you know how I like perfection. I kept imagining myself in sharp suits, knowing everything, learning languages just by hearing them and of course earning tons of money in the financial markets.

I won’t talk any more about the movie and ruin it for you. Go see it.


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